I Hope You Dance
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,063
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I Hope You Dance
Song credits: Perfomed by Lee Ann Womack & Sons of the Desert. Written by Mark Sanders and Christina Siller. Recorded by MCA Nashville. I don't own it either, sigh.
I Hope You Dance
“I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid, love ever leave you empty handed…”
********
They stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing in the cold morning air and their exhalations produced breathy little clouds into the atmosphere. Neither of them could believe that it was all over. The battlefield was strewn with bodies of friends, family members and enemies.
The bodies closest to them were still smoldering, Voldemort’s husk of a body included. The last piece of his soul had been banished at Draco’s hand, while Harry set the surrounding pyre alight with Everlasting Fire. Lucius and Bellatrix had expired when Voldemort siphoned off their life force while trying to retain his own; they continued to burn next to him.
********
" I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance…”
********
It wasn’t long before cries of grief and wails of mourning tore through the smoke and spell laden meadow. Aurors and Order members began rounding up the Death Eaters who were still alive, binding their magic and removing their wands. Healers and medi-wizards spread out over the field, searching for the wounded, separating them from the dead.
********
"I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance,
Living might mean taking chances, but they’re worth taking,
Loving might be a mistake but it’s worth making…”
********
It had been a week fraught with numerous funerals, wakes and eulogies; Harry tried to attend them all. The last one he planned to attend was this afternoon, in honor of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Voldemort had killed both of them at Malfoy Manor, torturing them for information. They never did reveal their part in locating and destroying the Horcruxes. In his heart, he knew he wasn’t ready to say good-bye but he knew he had to acknowledge and honour their sacrifices.
He dressed slowly, as if in benediction, donning his formal wizarding robes with utmost care. These had been a gift from the two of them last Yule, and he would wear them proudly. Harry looked up when the bedroom door opened; Draco entered and crossed the room.
"I thought you might need some help with your tie, and that you might like to see a friendly face that won’t poke or prod you into talking about your feelings. Everyone is downstairs and ready to go.”
Draco spoke in soothing tones while gently tugging on a sleeve, fixing Harry’s shirt collar, and generally smoothing out the creases with his hands.
“I found a letter in my room this morning, Harry, it was from Hermione and Ron. It’s addressed to the both of us. Would you like to read it now or when we get back?”
“Do we have the time now?”
“Yes.”
********
"Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out, reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance…I hope you dance…”
********
They stood shoulder to shoulder, while Draco removed the seal on the envelope and removed the delicate parchment that would reveal their last words and requests.
Dear Harry and Draco,
If you are reading this, then your battle was victorious, and we were not able to return from our last mission. We knew the risks we were taking, and we have paid the final price with our lives.
In our memory, we want both of you to find the happiness you have long been denied. It is our wish that you find it together, with each other. I know you didn’t think anyone noticed you two dancing around each other, but we noticed and we heartily approve.
Now before you leave for our service, turn on the music cube we gave Draco last Yule. We’ve pre-programmed it with a song by an American country singer, Lee Ann Womack; please listen to it together before you go.
All our love,
Ron & Hermione
********
"I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give love a fighting chance,
And when you get the chance to sit it out or dance…
“I hope you dance…I hope you dance..."
********
By the time the song was over, tears were streaming down Harry’s cheeks.
“Hermione, how did you know?” Harry whispered.
Draco’s soft grey eyes lit with hope, and he asked tentatively, “Really, Harry?”
Harry nodded and replied, “Will you dance, Draco? Will you take a chance on me, for us?”
Draco covered Harry’s mouth with his own in reply.
-fini-
I Hope You Dance
“I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid, love ever leave you empty handed…”
********
They stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing in the cold morning air and their exhalations produced breathy little clouds into the atmosphere. Neither of them could believe that it was all over. The battlefield was strewn with bodies of friends, family members and enemies.
The bodies closest to them were still smoldering, Voldemort’s husk of a body included. The last piece of his soul had been banished at Draco’s hand, while Harry set the surrounding pyre alight with Everlasting Fire. Lucius and Bellatrix had expired when Voldemort siphoned off their life force while trying to retain his own; they continued to burn next to him.
********
" I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance…”
********
It wasn’t long before cries of grief and wails of mourning tore through the smoke and spell laden meadow. Aurors and Order members began rounding up the Death Eaters who were still alive, binding their magic and removing their wands. Healers and medi-wizards spread out over the field, searching for the wounded, separating them from the dead.
********
"I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance,
Living might mean taking chances, but they’re worth taking,
Loving might be a mistake but it’s worth making…”
********
It had been a week fraught with numerous funerals, wakes and eulogies; Harry tried to attend them all. The last one he planned to attend was this afternoon, in honor of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Voldemort had killed both of them at Malfoy Manor, torturing them for information. They never did reveal their part in locating and destroying the Horcruxes. In his heart, he knew he wasn’t ready to say good-bye but he knew he had to acknowledge and honour their sacrifices.
He dressed slowly, as if in benediction, donning his formal wizarding robes with utmost care. These had been a gift from the two of them last Yule, and he would wear them proudly. Harry looked up when the bedroom door opened; Draco entered and crossed the room.
"I thought you might need some help with your tie, and that you might like to see a friendly face that won’t poke or prod you into talking about your feelings. Everyone is downstairs and ready to go.”
Draco spoke in soothing tones while gently tugging on a sleeve, fixing Harry’s shirt collar, and generally smoothing out the creases with his hands.
“I found a letter in my room this morning, Harry, it was from Hermione and Ron. It’s addressed to the both of us. Would you like to read it now or when we get back?”
“Do we have the time now?”
“Yes.”
********
"Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out, reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance…I hope you dance…”
********
They stood shoulder to shoulder, while Draco removed the seal on the envelope and removed the delicate parchment that would reveal their last words and requests.
Dear Harry and Draco,
If you are reading this, then your battle was victorious, and we were not able to return from our last mission. We knew the risks we were taking, and we have paid the final price with our lives.
In our memory, we want both of you to find the happiness you have long been denied. It is our wish that you find it together, with each other. I know you didn’t think anyone noticed you two dancing around each other, but we noticed and we heartily approve.
Now before you leave for our service, turn on the music cube we gave Draco last Yule. We’ve pre-programmed it with a song by an American country singer, Lee Ann Womack; please listen to it together before you go.
All our love,
Ron & Hermione
********
"I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give love a fighting chance,
And when you get the chance to sit it out or dance…
“I hope you dance…I hope you dance..."
********
By the time the song was over, tears were streaming down Harry’s cheeks.
“Hermione, how did you know?” Harry whispered.
Draco’s soft grey eyes lit with hope, and he asked tentatively, “Really, Harry?”
Harry nodded and replied, “Will you dance, Draco? Will you take a chance on me, for us?”
Draco covered Harry’s mouth with his own in reply.
-fini-